Whan ye gang by burn or byre,Tae spy the beistis, dinna tire.A

Whan ye gang by burn or byre, Tae spy the beistis, dinna tire. A duk’ll quack wi’ micht an’ glee, A swyne’ll grumph in mud sae free. Chorus: Ho, lift yer een, and mind the sicht, Duks an’ swyne are nae alike! Feathers fair or bristles rude, Ken the twa, or ye’ll be screw’d! A duk’s got webbit feet sae braw, It waddles douce on loch or shaw. A swyne’s got hooves that clart an’ clomp, In glaur it wallows, aye it romps. Chorus: Ho, lift yer een, and mind the sicht, Duks an’ swyne are nae alike! Feathers fair or bristles rude, Ken the twa, or ye’ll be screw’d! A duk’ll preen its wingis bricht, An’ tak tae flude in morn’s first licht. A swyne’ll row in muck an’ mire, Nae wings, but grunts tae rouse the shire. Chorus: Ho, lift yer een, and mind the sicht, Duks an’ swyne are nae alike! Feathers fair or bristles rude, Ken the twa, or ye’ll be screw’d! Sae gif ye’re puzzl’d, dinna fash, Jist hark for quacks or grumphin’ clash. A duk’s a burd, a swyne’s a beast, Baith braw, but diff’rent in their feast! Chorus: Ho, lift yer een, and mind the sicht, Duks an’ swyne are nae alike! Feathers fair or bristles rude, Ken the twa, or ye’ll be screw’d!